Chapter 446: Fan King (5k Great Chapter)

Those who are evil rather than righteous and reach the Dao are called non-dual, and nothing in the world can defeat them.

Mount Luo Demon Chief, Ning Xie.

Even a hundred years ago, when there were countless experts in the world, those qualified to call out such a name could be counted on one's fingers, let alone after a hundred years of extinction, with old friends withering like fallen leaves in the wind.

In the present day, how many people still remember this name!?

"It's been almost a hundred years."

In Mount Luo, that towering figure sighs faintly; amidst the wild and domineering temperament, there is a trace of desolation and loneliness.

In the depths of the pale mountains, in the great fierce dead end, that white crane spreading its wings to the sky suddenly appears sacred under the moonlight, echoing from afar.

At this moment, everyone's gaze falls on that white crane.

"Bai He Guan!?"

Zhang Fan's gaze narrows into a line, his hands clenching unconsciously.

Among the secret realms of the world's mountains and seas, demons and ghosts are countless; if one speaks of the top ones, there are only a few existences like the old turtle of Mount Zhenwu and the white crane of Bai He Guan.

These are great demons who have lived for more than three hundred years, their cultivation shaking heaven and earth.

Among the demons and ghosts of the mountains and seas, those capable of suppressing this white crane are likely only that world's number one demon...

Yan King!!!

"You mangy bird, why aren't you in Shangjing, coming to my Copper Mount Luoshan instead?" Ning Xie said coldly.

"The place where the Xuanwu refuses the corpse, back then the Three Corpses Daoist was here, borrowing the fierce to transform the calamity, avoiding that life-and-death mysterious pass." The giant white crane's wings vibrate lightly, its sharp voice echoing over Mount Luo.

"My Bai He Guan descendant has this great calamity in his life, and must be here to realize the Dao of the birth and death of calamity."

"Li Changgeng!?"

Zhang Fan's brows knit, his gaze cold as frost; the thing he least wanted to see happened after all.

That man was indeed like a centipede, dead but not stiff.

Three times.

The first time was ten years ago, under Long Hu Shan; that was also the first confrontation between the two when they were young, and as a result, Li Changgeng was seriously injured, and Zhang Fan entered the Great Night Without Light.

The second time was in the 【Prison Immortal Temple】 of Dongshan Province; at that time, Zhang Fan had not yet succeeded in merging the gods, and as a result, Li Changgeng was calculated by Zhao Jiexuan; if it weren't for his 【Severed Head Rebirth】 divine power, that time would have been a dead end.

That was also the time Zhang Fan first saw that white crane, descending from the sky and taking Li Changgeng away.

From beginning to end, the other party did not even look at him, just treating him as Li Changgeng's whetstone.

The third time, which was the last time.

In the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, he succeeded in merging the gods, and the two fought to the death; in the end, Li Changgeng's form and spirit were destroyed.

"Can one still live after form and spirit are destroyed!?" Zhang Fan's gaze is cold, carrying deep suspicion.

Hum—

Just as this thought rises, the giant white crane floats in mid-air, its sharp gaze suddenly turning, falling on Zhang Fan.

"Unexpectedly... your lineage is almost dead, only a few big cats and small kittens left, and your father was even forced into Mount Ailao..."

"Under such circumstances, you were unexpectedly allowed to become a climate!"

The cold voice echoes over Mount Luo.

Zhuang Yumian, Lin Haitang, Shen Mingchan... the gazes of these people fall on Zhang Fan one after another, carrying deep curiosity.

This Zhao Jiexuan indeed has a heaven-sized background.

"Senior is joking, we are only just beginning, aren't we?" Zhang Fan says lightly.

"Wait until one day, when I can personally go to Bai He Guan, only then can it be called truly becoming a climate."

As soon as these words are spoken, the giant white crane's gaze becomes even colder.

"I fear there will be no such day."

The giant white crane vibrates its wings; if it was the last time they met, it did not put Zhang Fan in its eyes at all, just treating him as Li Changgeng's whetstone.

Then at this moment, a true killing intent has risen in its heart.

The remnants of South Zhang, the grandson of Zhang Tiansheng, the son of Zhang Lingzong, at such an age stepping into the Zhai Shou realm, and even the only one in the world to refine the 【Divine Demon Sacred Fetus】.

Such a Zhang Fan's growth trajectory and speed have exceeded expectations and control.

"Many of your family died at my hands, not missing you." The giant white crane says lightly, its playful gaze falling leisurely on Zhang Fan.

"Was there you back then too?" Zhang Fan says coldly.

The destruction of South Zhang also had this white crane.

"Your grandfather's heart was dug out by me, dripping with blood, the taste was delicious." The giant white crane says lightly, its playful gaze falling leisurely on Zhang Fan.

Boom—

As soon as the words fall, a nameless fire rises in Zhang Fan's heart, almost unable to be suppressed.

Zhang Wuming is quick-eyed and fast-handed, hurrying to pull him back.

"If I succeed, I will definitely go to your door to settle the account, and you will be the first one I take the knife to."

Every word is squeezed out from Zhang Fan's teeth, his eyes as if angry fire is spraying out.

Boom—

As soon as the words fall, a terrifying aura comes over the sky and earth, several times stronger than Yuan Zhuliu's majesty just now?

In an instant, everyone is dazed, only seeing the sky full of white feathers drifting, the sound of wind and cranes, suddenly becoming the absolute sound of heaven and earth.

"You mangy bird, do you take me for a mere decoration?"

Suddenly, a wild, domineering, and cold voice echoes in the ear, pulling everyone's stagnant thoughts back to reality.

Immediately after, another aura surges into the sky.

Two completely different fluctuations collide over Mount Luo.

White crane in the sky, black snake coiling the mountain.

The collision of those two auras seems to tear the sky into two halves, pale clouds flowing backward, moonlight shattering, black and white ripples crazily impacting Mount Luo.

The earth collapses, thunder extending and vibrating in mid-air.

"Great demon phenomenon, this is the true great demon phenomenon!"

Everyone's eyes reveal undisguised fear.

One must know, these two before them are true human overlords, standing at the absolute peak of the world's mountains and seas of demons and ghosts.

Such a collision is no small matter, rare to see in decades.

Boom—

Over Mount Luo, black and white surge, clearly divided.

Everyone's Nascent Soul seems to sink into the raging ocean; looking up, they only see two huge and blurry figures, standing in heaven and earth, like masters of mountains and rivers.

"Ning Xie, are you going to be my enemy for the sake of this little ghost?" The giant white crane's voice is high-pitched.

"You mangy bird, you think too highly of yourself; what if I make an enemy of you?" Ning Xie said coldly: "I give you face by calling you a mangy bird; if I don't give you face, you aren't even a bird."

"Interesting, it seems you haven't truly escaped that life-and-death great calamity." The giant white crane sneers.

"Your cultivation is not easy, why bother to sacrifice your own life for this little ghost?"

"A joke, do you really think the White Crane Temple is invincible under heaven?" Ning Xie said in a deep voice: "You mangy bird, I'll make a bet with you."

"Bet on what?" The giant white crane asks.

"The future."

"The future!?"

"Correct." Ning Xie says coldly, his gaze lifting, falling on Zhang Fan.

"If heaven and earth have great luck, there will be true heroes in a hundred years."

"I bet on this change of vicissitudes of time, in the tide of the new era, in the next hundred years..."

"This kid..."

"Must be the world's number one!"

As soon as these words are spoken, heaven and earth are silent, mountains and rivers stop.

Gazes of incredulity fall on Zhang Fan.

Such a judgment, such an expectation, is truly too heavy, yet it comes from the mouth of a peerless overlord.

"Good, I will bet on this, whose Daoist field will the future world be!"

A crane cry rises, echoing over Mount Luo.

"Let's go!"

Boom—

As the words fall, a pitch-black light surges into the sky, drowning the pale clouds, crushing the moonlight.

Heaven and earth are vast, only the giant white crane vibrates its wings and hangs in the air, standing above Mount Luo.

Just at this moment, in the pitch-black light, a thin figure slowly appears, falling on the back of the giant white crane.

That thin figure is pale, haggard to the point of being sickly; he sits cross-legged on the white crane, looking down, his indifferent gaze seeming to have no human emotion, and in his line of sight, only...

Zhang Fan!?

"Li Changgeng!"

Zhang Fan looks up; when he sees that thin figure, the two look at each other, and everything needs no more words.

"Your life is really big enough."

"Heaven seems not yet tired of fighting."

That thin figure whispers; his state is very strange, the aura he emits is full of disaster and ferocity, as if he is entangled in calamity, trapped in heaven and earth.

"Calamity is the great medicine of longevity; you are indeed my treasure medicine for becoming an immortal..."

"Before I have absolute certainty to behead you, we will not meet again."

That thin figure is even weaker, as if a single sentence consumed all his strength.

"Next time we meet, it will be the time I behead you to prove the Dao."

As the words fall, the giant white crane surges into the sky, its high-pitched voice like rolling thunder, breaking through the nine heavens. ===== CHAPTER 447 =====